Weekend was very low key. My mind keeps floating around different ideas about the spring and summer. Starting the garden again, new pots from IKEA for the back yard, vacation, activities, the list goes on. I keep hearing or reading various things (conversations, links on Facebook to Huffington Post articles) about feminism or motherhood or how ever you want to classify everything in those veins. Its really making me want to research many different political topics and get some train of thought or action in place but alas I haven't been able to focus on that sort of thing while actually being a mother at this moment.
I kept getting teary eyed in church this Sunday. I am nervous about my heart procedure. I am confident I will be fine BUT you can't help but worry sometimes. I'm glad its only a day away since I just want to put all this behind me. I remember having all this anxiety and worry with my thyroid surgery. Upon release from the hospital for that surgery, I remember sitting in my mom's car while she drove me home and a rush of tears came out of my eyes. Pure happiness that the ordeal was over. I can't wait to feel like that tomorrow or Friday when ever it hits me that this is all over. No more breathlessness, no more anxiety, no more beta blockers.
Things (my lucks, perhaps) got kicked in the right direction this morning. The lease inspector came to town to inspect the Odyssey. There's a ding in the hood from a minor fender bender but we didn't know how closely they would look at everything else since its our first lease. Things went well. The hood dent was noted as were other things but it came up at or under our expectations of cost. YIPPEE!! I'm so excited to get rid of this car. It was too big for my taste. It served it purpose while we needed all the car seats and through our rear facing car seat years. Everyone is facing forward and some in booster seats now. We are ready to move on. I'm liking the Mazda 5 as our next car, its a mini- minivan. So one HUGE load off with the van inspection done.
So let the good times roll right into tomorrow, my "days off" as the children have taken to calling it. Somehow I must include that idea of mom's"days off" are my going into surgery and staying over night in a hospital into my feminism/motherhood commentary if I ever get around to it.
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